Lord

Song Qilian and a dozen boys from the Lion Hall were waiting at the entrance of the north main road in Taitu City. The sky was a bit overcast, with dark clouds pressing down on the city, which looked like a black cover from a distance.

At nine o'clock as agreed with Taitutang, Song Qilian looked at his watch, and it was eight forty-five.

"I can't believe it," said a younger brother, "There is no need to fight."

The other laughed from ear to ear: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I don't have to worry anymore haha."

"It's been two years of confrontation with Tai Tu, really, I have bifurcated peeing."

The younger brothers teased indiscriminately, Song Qilian stared at the intersection, he did not dare to relax his vigilance until he successfully reached an agreement with Ruyizhu.

"Hey brother," someone asked, "Since Jialantang is the middleman, why don't you come and recommend it personally?"

This is also where Song Qilian was puzzled: "They wanted to come, but the city lord refused to let them."

Why she didn't let him, he couldn't figure it out.

"Brother, will there be good food, electricity, and clean water outside the city?"

"Hmm..." Song Qilian looked at the intersection, and from a distance, three cars drove over and stopped under the banner of a high mountain cloud, and a man got off, wearing a black suit and a badge of Jialantang, walking slowly.

The people in the Lion Hall looked stern, Song Qilian went up to meet him, and stretched out his right hand: "The head of the Wulanqia branch of the Jialan Hall, Song Qilian is the fire bowl."

"The head of the Du Ting group of the Taitu Branch Church," the other party held his hand, shook it, and announced the skeleton and name, "Please."

Song Qilian led his younger brother to the three cars, and Du Ting's team turned around to look at them: "Is there any Jialantang among you?"

"No," Song Qilian replied, "They are preparing to go to Lancheng."

The man nodded and led them to pass the Gaoshan Yunwu Banner, which was regarded as entering Taitu Land. A white carrier opened the door, and the door was dark, with seven or eight muzzles sticking out.

Song Qilian was startled, and her first reaction was to press the chip on the inside of her left arm, and at the same time shouted: "We are here to negotiate peace, I have a message from Cen Zhuo to Ruyizhu!"

Du Ting's team opened fire, and with a snap of his fingers, bullets pierced his body like iron rain. The sound of gunfire and thunder in the sky, blood flowed out, and rain began to fall.

Song Qilian turned his back to the sky, his pupils dilated, and the last image left on his retina was the pouring rain, the raindrops were like needles.

More than a dozen corpses lay staggered, blood was washed away by the heavy rain, and the fire bowl came from ten kilometers away. Because the pulse stopped, Song Qilian could not identify the specific location, so he could only turn on the barrel lamp alone and wait in silence.

Du Ting's team loaded the corpse into a car, drove towards Ulanqa, made a detour in front of the city gate, and threw it down like garbage.

After they left, Wu Lanqia dared to drag the corpse.

The corpse was dragged to a small square in the center of the city, where Chaohai Guanyin was waiting. In her words, as soon as the fire pot was activated remotely, she knew something had happened.

One spring rain and one warm, after this rain, the flowers should bloom, but even this rain, Song Qilian couldn't make it through, all the people in Wulanqia gathered around Chuanhai Guanyin, staring at her that the swelling had not subsided face, and a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Call Jialantang!" she growled.

"Call Jialantang!" The crowd echoed, and the loud roar overwhelmed the torrential rain.

She sat next to Song Qilian's body, holding his head, his eyes were open, as if still carrying the shock and fear before death, she covered them, lest his wronged soul remember her.

It was she who killed him, but what could be done, she didn't want to let others take it away, she wanted to hold the dice of fate in her own hands, to roll and fight, even at the expense of everyone.

A woman, in such an era, if she does not cover herself with venom, she will be sucked and licked like a candy, and finally turned into a puddle of water to be swallowed.

Hearing the roar, Cen Zhuo and the others came, and Zhu Yeliang covered his head with his hands, making him look imposing, but no matter how powerful his aura was, he would become weak when facing a neat row of corpses.

They were stunned.

"Cen Zhuo!" Chuanhai Guanyin was the first to speak out, "Didn't you say that Taitu belonged to your Jialan Hall? Song Qilian was killed as soon as he stepped in, how do you explain it!"

Cen Zhuo recognized that the corpse in her arms was indeed Song Qilian, but he pretended to be calm: "This is impossible."

"Impossible?" She stood up, separated the crowd, and walked down the steps like those revengeful women in old paintings, "Then what is this, did I frame you!"

Cen Zhuo was not in a hurry to express his opinion.

"I am the city lord of Ulancha," she pointed to her chest, her bruised face was terribly white in the heavy rain, "If he hadn't gone for me, I would be the one lying here now!"

The crowd broke out into an uncontrollable roar, like a wave, surging to swallow Jialantang in one gulp.

"You are from the dye society," she asserted, pointing to the south. "This is Ruyi Zhu's conspiracy. He wants to take Wulanqia without a single soldier!"

A flash of lightning happened to flash across her fingertips, and the people in the Lion Hall boiled up and surrounded the Garan Hall, and the surrounding sky suddenly became dark.

"If we were members of the dye society," Cen Zhuo stared around and shouted, "I would have killed you, Song Qilian, and everyone here long ago!"

He's right, but the excited crowd has no sense at all.

"If we were members of the dyeing society," Cen Zhuo pointed at Gao Xiu angrily, "it's impossible for you to take away one of us and one arm!"

Gao Xiu raised his eyes from the rain curtain, and stared at Avalokitesvara like a devil.

"One of you died," she confronted them. "As for us, sixteen of us died!" She accused, "Because I believed in you!"

Cen Zhuo did not argue, but asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"Get out," she said, "Get out of Wulanqia, we won't send anyone to go to Lancheng with you!"

The people in the Lion Hall disagreed, and kept shouting "Blood debt, blood payment", but it is not stupid to disturb the sea Guanyin, she knows that the sum of all the people here is not the opponent of Zhuyeliang.

"Okay," Cen Zhuo cheered, "let's go."

He turned around, and the people from the Lion Hall blocked the way, and they flicked on the cannon lights, and the dazzling light suddenly penetrated the rain curtain, and the crowd parted in response to the sound, making way for a narrow road.

According to Cen Zhuo's intention, Zhuyeliang recited the red spell, destroyed the controller's cabin, and moved it to Jinshui's cemetery. It stayed here, accompanied by its master, and became a part of the vast land.

Five people and two cars left Wulanqia slowly, just like when they came, no one welcomed them, no one saw them off.

Cen Zhuo couldn't understand why Song Qilian was killed, who did it, for what purpose, and what role Ruyi Zhu played in it.

"Go back to Taitu and take a look?" Gao Xiu suggested, "I think that woman is sinister and not authentic."

She kicked him in the face, and he stared at her, almost into her soul.

"It's not necessary..." Yuan Zhen said, holding Jia Xibei's hand.

"I also don't think it's necessary," Zhuyeliang analyzed, "Taitu and Wulanqia are of no more value to us. In other words, they have nothing to do with us. What we should do now is to enter the The important frontier town of the western branch of Dyeshe, Lancheng."

This man is really cold-blooded, Gao Xiu tilted his head to look at him, maybe this is the nature of the machine.

Cen Zhuo thought for a while: "Let's go back," he ordered, "Park the car in a hidden place, open the roof, if something happens, you can call the skeleton remotely, and we will sneak in secretly."

Jia Xibei happily shook Yuan Zhen's hand: "I can see Xiao Yi again."

They wore felt cloths and cloaks and braved the rain to enter Taitu. Cen Zhuo, Zhui Yeliang, Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei were all attacked in public places. Inquire about news.

Gao Xiu walked on the streets of Taitu, it was strange that the flow of people was gathering in one direction, he blended into it, covered his face with a cloak, and asked the people around him: "What are you doing here?"

"Watch the execution!" Surrounded by young people, all of them were excited, "Kill the traitor!"

traitor?Could it be that there was a traitor in Taitutang that led to Song Qilian's death?Gao Xiu didn't ask much, and followed the flow of people towards the intersection of Duqian Street and Tingkou Street. This is not a very smudged city center, but thousands of ordinary people gathered, excited, shouting, and pushing each other.

There are more than a dozen people kneeling in a conspicuous place, all young, wearing blood-stained black suits, with bare chests, and those who escort them wear lotus badges.

Gao Xiu's expression froze, something happened.

"Ruyizhu betrayed Jianghan, and has been rectified by the dye society!" The leader shouted, holding a gun, and fired it into the sky while shouting, "Du Ting's group is temporarily acting as the hall master, and here we will decide Ruyizhu's confidants!"

Too painted, this is... a change of sky.

Gao Xiu remained calm and asked the people around him, "When did Ruyizhu die?"

"Two days ago," the man was only interested in watching the fun and ignored him, "the day when the fireworks were set off!"

Gao Xiu was stunned, it was Jinshui's funeral at that time, and Jia Xibei also said that Xiao Yi set off fireworks for him, who would have thought that such a dreamy and bright beauty was actually a flower of death.

"How did you die?"

Speaking of this, the young man got excited: "It is said that a master of masters came from Jianghan, and single-handedly burned the wishful pearl to death, and the fire from the corpse ignited the fireworks warehouse, setting off all kinds of meat and eight vegetables! "

"A master?" Gao Xiu asked, "What master?"

"It's...what is Ding's name?" The young man scratched his head and asked his companion who came with him, "Hey, what is the name of the master in the dyeing company..."

Man?Gao Xiu's first thought of this surname was Ding Huanliang, but that guy was by no means a master.

Du Ting's team began to execute the execution. Jiatou got out of the limousine, took a pistol, and walked behind the kneeling dissidents, pointed the muzzle of the gun to the back of the head, and shot one by one, bursting into blood.

Every time a shot was fired, the crowd roared excitedly. Hearing so many shouts today, Gao Xiu's head hurt and he raised his head. The rain stopped, and a faint ray of sunlight appeared behind the clouds.

"Raise the lotus flag!"

The last "traitor" fell, and the head of Duting's group pointed their empty pistols above their heads, shouting: "From today, resume the production of all brain poison factories in the city, rebuild the shipping channels, and put our store In every corner north of Xiangshang River, the number one city of brain poisoning in the north is still our Taitu!"

Gao Xiu lowered his cloak and squeezed out the crowd.

Back at the small hotel where Cen Zhuo and the others stayed, he entered the door and reported: "It's too dawdling..."

The door is facing the window, and you can see a large flag waving in the wind in the distance. On the flag is a ten-petal lotus flower in full bloom.

They already know.

"Is Zhang Xiaoyi still alive?" Cen Zhuo asked.

Gao Xiu looked behind him, and Jia Xibei was sitting on the bed, holding his pants tightly with both hands.

Gao Xiu turned his eyes away: "Dead."

Jia Xibei endured it, and still cried: "Why..."

dead?He couldn't say the word.

"It's burnt to death," Gao Xiu told them the information he inquired about. "Now the Duting group, which is mainly focused on brain poisoning, is too controlled. We'd better leave as soon as possible."

Jia Xibei was sobbing, he didn't dare to speak out, and grabbed his sleeve: "Corpse...where is the corpse?" His face was full of tears, dripping down his pointed chin, "Xiao Yi, he's still so young..."

The way he cried made people feel distressed, Gao Xiu wanted to coax him, Yuan Zhen hugged him first, pulled up the clothes on his chest and wiped his face.

"Leave the city immediately," Zhu Yeliang said, "Go to Lancheng."

"Just the five of us, why not go to Lancheng?" Gao Xiu turned to Cen Zhuo and said earnestly, "Brother, let's go back to Shenyang."

As soon as these words came out, the hut fell silent, and everyone looked at him.

"We left home thousands of miles away, what did we fight and kill all the way, and what did we get? Look at what we brought to Taitu and Wulanqia," Gao Xiu pointed to the lotus flag outside the window, " It's time to stop, bro!"

Cen Zhuo met his eyes, and unconsciously cast his eyes on his immobile left arm.

"I lost an arm, and Jin Shui, she lost her life," Gao Xiu begged, "Don't make the same mistake again and again, brother!"

is it wrong?Cen Zhuo panicked, are they walking on the wrong dead road?

"Brother Jiu is still waiting for us to go back." Gao Xiu stepped forward, "He is waiting for you!"

Ninth brother... Cen Zhuo lowered his head, at this moment, Zhu Yeliang's big hand grasped his shoulder.

"Right or wrong is not judged by the gains and losses of a moment and a place," Zhuyeliang stood between Cen Zhuo and Gao Xiu, "Shenyang, Beifu, and Taitu fought three times, and the name of Jialantang has already been announced, so let's just die down." He looked down at Gao Xiu, "Your arm and golden water are meaningless."

Gao Xiu stared at him, resentful and fearful.

Cen Zhuo stretched out his hand and folded it on Zhu Yeliang's hand on his shoulder: "No, we are not wrong, there are setbacks on every road, at this time we should persevere instead of thinking about giving up."

Gao Xiu clenched his fists.

Cen Zhuo looked directly at him: "Yezi is right, if we give up here, we will never know the result."

Gao Xiu choked with sobs: "Even if it is to burn jade and stone together?"

"Even if everything is destroyed," Cen Zhuo patted him on the shoulder, turned around, "Get ready, and leave for Lancheng tomorrow morning."

The room was silent, and no one spoke again.

The next day they returned the same way, because the car and bones were still in the north of the city. On the way from the urban area to the northern suburbs, there were surprisingly many people, and there were also cars from Du Ting's group, one after another, speeding out of the city .

"What's the matter?" Cen Zhuo was wary.

Yuan Zhen asked around, and the spectators said excitedly: "The Avalokitesvara of Wulanqia has come, claiming to have eradicated the Jialantang, and he wants to come to Taitu to reward his merits."

"What?" Gao Xiu was furious.

Zhui Yeliang came to his senses: "That woman didn't tell the truth."

When they interrogated her, she said that she was only in charge of the Jialan Hall, and she didn't know how the dye house took down Taitu. Now it seems that she not only knew, but was also part of the whole plan.

Cen Zhuo was stunned: "Then Song Qilian's death..."

"It should be her conspiracy to force us to leave Wulanqia."

"But we are all alive," Jia Xibei was puzzled, "What's the point of her lying like this?"

"Wait," Yuan Zhen interjected, "That is to say, before Song Qilian died, she already knew that she had changed hands too much?"

Gao Xiu also realized the problem: "Although they are only ten kilometers apart, they are two hostile cities after all, and Ulanqia is so closed. How could she know the exact time of Zhang Xiaoyi's death?"

Cen Zhuo had a flash of inspiration: "The fireworks..."

Everyone suddenly realized that the fireworks were not some romantic means of killing, but a signal from Dyeshe to Avalokitesvara, telling her that Ruyizhu was dead, and she could exchange Cen Zhuo's head.

"This woman!" Gao Xiu sighed.

From a distance, you can see the situation in the north of the city. People from Du Ting's group lined the road to greet you. In the middle of the road, there were not many people coming from Ulan Qia. Seven or eight younger brothers surrounded Chuanhai Guanyin who didn't wear bones. Behind her was A large cart, with a severely damaged red skeleton hanging from the car, is a red spell.

Cen Zhuo and Gao Xiu looked at each other, and immediately understood her strategy. She wanted to use Jin Shui's skeleton to defraud Du Ting's group, so as to gain control of Taitu.